Sturm and Drang

A/N: Here begins the clashing of personalities that always come when people who do not know one another are quickly placed into a close-knit community like Hogwarts. Here we will see it isn't only the witches who can't get along! As always, much love to MadBrilliant, and please review!

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The two wizards from Durmstrang from Bulgaria came next to Hogwarts: Roman Selinski, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and Ivan Domansk, the new Herbology professor. Severus was understandably wary of the young Mr. Selinski. He had been preparing to have a very serious chat with the wizard about how he wanted the class to be run. But first...the sorting.

Severus and Hermione stood in the Headmaster's office as the three were sorted into their houses. Hermione placed the hat on Professor Holden's head. It paused for a moment before hollering,

"SLYTHERIN!"

Hermione looked at her husband, and he remained passive and unreadable as ever. As Hermione continued to Mr. Selinski, she was seething. She knew he was going to make that witch Head of Slytherin house. She just knew it! He would rather take the post himself than give to a Durmstrang fellow! Now, his problems were solved. However, Hermione felt hers had just begun.

Professor Selinski shocked everyone by being named a Gryffindor, but then, true to Severus' prejudice of a Durmstrang having to be a Slytherin, Professor Domansk was sorted into that house.

Later that evening, when all were gathered for dinner, Severus gave a speech for his new staff.

"Professors," Severus began, "I am most pleased that we now have our staff complete. Now, of course, we are only starting with a skeleton crew, as it were. Normally, we would have Divination, Astronomy, and Quidditch instructors, as well. I shall continue my search for a reputable Seer to teach Divination; however, until that time, we shall forgo Divination from the Hogwarts Curriculum.

"The absence of an Astronomy teacher is our greatest loss. Unfortunately, a teacher will not be available until next year. As it is, our graduating class of seventh years has been diminished significantly; the lowering of the Astronomy testing for the N.E.W.T. level shall only consist of first through sixth year. This shall be our only true deficiency in our curriculum since I do not hold Divination nor Quidditch to be foundational for a witch or wizard's education. Nevertheless, I have appointed Professor Belfort as our Flying instructor since it is essential for our charges to learn to ride their brooms.

"I am aware of the decision to not have Quidditch will upset the returning students, especially the older ones. However, since we are beginning a new era here at Hogwarts and I have received more than enough owls from parents concerning the stability of the school, I believe it imperative that we take this first year to focus on the education of our charges. The traditional Hogsmeade weekend visits, for example, shall continue. I will be drawing up a list of which weekends you will be chaperoning.

"Now, I ask that each of you take these next two days to bring to me your class schedules and teaching plans for the semester for my approval. We are going to have 369 students this year. I am eagerly awaiting their arrival and to begin the healing process for all. That being said, there will be certainly many of our sixth and seventh years in deep mourning for the friends they have lost. I expect the Heads of each house to care for their own and if any help is needed, please feel free to speak with me or with Hogwarts Deputy Headmistress, Madam Snape.

"The Heads of Houses are: Madam Hermione Snape for Gryffindor House, Professor Toulouse for Hufflepuff House, Professor Beauharnis for Ravenclaw House, and Professor Holden for Slytherin House. Congratulations, Ladies."

Hermione was seething by the time dinner was over, but she wasn't the only one. Professor Domansk did not seem too happy about not being placed as Head of Slytherin house. Immediately after dinner, there was a heated discussion between the Domansk and Snape over the matter in the Headmaster's office.

As Deputy Headmistress, Hermione was entitled to be present at such a meeting, but the discussion grew quite nasty when Professor Domansk declared that Hermione's title of Deputy Headmistress seemed to be very well put since it seemed the Headmaster was determined to have his own "harem." At that point, Severus asked Hermione to leave and assured her that he would speak with her later. It had been a very wise move on Severus' part. Hermione was already halfway to hexing off the new Bulgarian Professor's bollocks!

She left, but glowered at Domansk as she walked past him. She didn't give fuck-all who he was or where he was from! He had best mind his p's and q's if he wanted to live to see the end of the first semester! She wished to God she had thought to save a pair of extendable ears from Fred and George's shop before it had closed down and the patents sold to Zonko's. She made a mental note to herself as she stood with her ear to a glass at the door to get herself back to Hogsmeade as soon as possible to get one of those damn things! She tried hard to hear what Severus was saying, but damn the man, the more angry he got, the softer his voice and the calmer his demeanor became. She couldn't hear a blasted thing! She half-heartedly hoped he hadn't killed the wizard.

"Shite!" she hissed as she gave up trying to spy. Until Domansk had assaulted her character, she had been on his side! In fact, she was going to give Severus holy hell tonight over giving that position to that thrice-damned American! Now Professor Holden and Severus would be spending time alone together, talking about their precious Slytherins and practicing their secret handshake for all she knew! Slytherins had always been separate and apart from the rest of the houses. And to think she had thought all that house rivalry rubbish was over!

She fell backwards onto their bed. Her head knew that Severus loved her and he would never cheat on her, but in her heart she felt so...so inadequate. She knew there was something wrong with her. She couldn't have normal orgasms during sex like she had read in all those books. She had just taken it for granted that everything would just work when the time came. Sure, she had the regular clitoral orgasms, but why couldn't she have the big one? There was one that was supposed to happen when they were having intercourse. She had read about them. Why wasn't it happening for her?

I bet Samantha Holden never had problems in that area! she thought childishly. She knew she was being petty and suspicious, but she didn't care! He could have picked that little tosser, but, NO, he had to pick that big-tittied Yank!

She heard raised voices and lightly dashed to the door to listen.

"...if you want to stay on here at this school, you will never, and I repeat NEVER, speak that way in front of my wife! She has the most impressive educational record that this institution has seen for nigh on to fifty years! Everything she has, she has EARNED! Being a Muggle-born made things more difficult than they should have been, but she endured, and she survived the final battle. You do recall Lord Voldemort, do you not? You do realize she was the only survivor when that Killing Curse Blast extinguished all life around the half-mile perimeter where the battle ended? She is an exceptionally gifted and powerful witch, and you had best be thankful to Merlin I saved you from her wrath!"

She heard mumbling and then heard a door slam. She then scurried over to the bedroom when she heard him approaching the door to their quarters.

"WHY did you have to make her Head of Slytherin?" she yelled as he walked in the door.

He jerked his hand backward and around again. "Is it my imagination, or am I going to be forced to have the same asinine conversation twice in one evening?" he snarked.

Hermione crossed her arms and looked at him sullenly. "Why not Domansk? He's a Herbology professor! Surely, you don't think he will be spending his free time in the greenhouse plotting to turn all his little Slytherins into Death Eaters?" she said sarcastically.

"Hermione, that wizard is from the place where they practically breed dark wizards. I don't care if he turned up here trussed up like a poofter in a tutu, I'm not having any Durmstrang dunderhead as Head of Slytherin house!" he hollered.

He started taking off his robes, muttering under his breath. Hermione still wasn't relenting. She didn't like it one bit!

"If you are so concerned, Severus, why not just be the Head of Slytherin? You've done it before. Why not again? Then you'll have nothing to worry about!" she said with as much lightness in her voice as she could summon.

In the meantime, Severus had stepped into the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed while Hermione had continued to argue with him.

"I am Headmaster and also Potions master! I am too damn busy to be running after all those sniveling idiots on top of that!" he hollered from the bathroom.

Hermione huffed and started pacing back and forth in front of their bed. He came out slowly with a curious look on his face.

"You just don't want Professor Holden to be Head of Slytherin, do you?" he surmised calculatingly.

"I'm sure I don't know what you're on about," she snapped as she got into bed. She turned on her side so she wouldn't have to face him. He started to laugh softly. Hermione bolted upright and glared at him.

"And just what is so funny?" she demanded.

"You're jealous!" he announced. He looked positively triumphant.

Smug Bastard!"And just why would I be jealous of her?" she said snidely.

Severus slowly advanced towards the bed. "I'm sure I don't know. Although, I would be lying if I didn't say I am intrigued to find out the answer," he drawled.

Hermione continued to glare at him until she realized she couldn't get out of this with her dignity and ego intact. So she lay back down and said harshly, "Goodnight!"

Severus got into bed. He was fascinated. His beautiful wife was jealous over him! She must love me, he thought. He went to sleep though with mixed feelings. Hermione was angry enough to spit tacks. He would love to shag her just to see if she was into angry sex, but on the other hand, she was obviously too upset to tell him why she was jealous! He thought about his past conduct with the American witch. He had done nothing untoward...nor had she...as far as he knew. But what did he know? No, he knew when a witch was interested in him. Not many had been, until now, and although their approaches varied, one thing was always the same: the look in their eyes. Whenever he had spoken to Professor Holden, she was professional through and through. So, why? He'd have to let this play out.

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